“How’s that?”“If you want to take more,” she said coyly.“Sure ... Oh, you mean now?”She gazed at me expectantly. I instinctively took a ...look around, before catching myself.“That’s a little risky, isn’t it?” I asked, realizing how obvious my words were the second they left my lips. “And that’s why you want to do it,” I added, in response to her mischievous nod.I sighed, trying to calm the arousal that was threatening to take over from reason. But why listen to reason, really? We were both. As I did he ran his fingers down my back until he was holding my ass. He smiled and said, "I thought my wife was the only woman who did that!"I finished what I was doing, looked up and said, "I've only been doing it for a little while. But I like it. I think it's kind of sexy."He kissed me and said, "Yes, I do, too. Thank you."He stood up and helped me to my feet. He let me use his bathroom to clean up. I came back out and got dressed while he watched. Once I was dressed he said, "Damn! You are. Our bodies pressedclose together, the heat of touching. In the shower Ispent more time than usual soaping my breasts, thinkingof other hands that had touched me there, other showerswhere I wasn’t alone. When I washed between my legs Ifound my thighs wanting to part a little wider at thetouch of my warm soapy fingers.If I had just given in and masturbated there none of therest of what happened probably would have happened. ButI didn’t. Sometimes I enjoy being a little bit turnedon,. Soon the tables were cleared of all but glasses. Each glass was filled with the appropriate beverage. There were numerous bottles of wine set out on the tables. All of the men left through the front door, each pausing to say goodnight before exiting.David walked out of the back of the room and stepped into the open center. He winked at Karla, who smiled back at him. David spoke out, “John. I’m here representing the men who care for the women in this room. We want you to know that we understand.